"Don't move," she said. "That's it?" I said. "That's it. That's it, exactly. Don't move." "Right now?" Smiling. She returned my smile. "Right now. But get comfortable first." "Isn't that sort of counterproductive?" She tapped the tip of my nose. "Comedian. Don't worry, you'll get an experience." "But not a moving one, eh?" The smile stayed, but her w...
Tripping The Light Fantabulous LSD distorts your perceptions. Familiar faces look like strangers, strangers look like lamp posts, and lamp posts look like candy canes. It's safe to say that if you find a woman beautiful while you're tripping your balls off that she's practically a goddess when you're straight. George Clinton once said that if you remembered...
Playtime: Masked or gagged? By TighterPlease Masked protocols stir the naughty girl to play. Male/female - married - bondage -- self-bondage - gagged - tied - submissive - punished --------------- "Was there a show you wanted to watch?" my good husband asked. He had been scanning the entertainment sites for 15 minutes, unable to find anything interesting...
(To help keep track of moves and pieces I use https://lichess.org/editor it's a very good resource) The audience gathered in the auditorium. A buzz of anticipation ran through the crowd as they made their way to their assigned places. As they settled into their seats, a thousand immerse sensors in each chair reacted to its occupant?s presence and began to ch...
i'm still working on the next chapter of The Brothel, but things are stalled at the moment. this one came to me quickly - so perhaps it will amuse you while you wait. it is about a female sub! (i'm sure you are shocked!) *********** The moment of highest risk is exiting the car. From the car into the woods. Once I am in the woods it is relatively safe, bu...
"Ah, the workmen are through for the day," Paige thought as she watched the men loading their pickups and preparing to leave. They were working to create a studio and large bedroom with attached bath out of what had been three small bedrooms upstairs in the big barn of a house she bought for a song because it was so far from town. They had been working for o...
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Making sure that Cathy had left the area, I locked up and headed off to the Harbor Bar, and Hattie. If anyone could give me some answers to all this, it was her. It was a bit late when I entered the bar, but Hattie apparently had some pretty hi-tech radar on board, as my Guinness was sitting in front of the barstool about the same time as me. Finishing wipi...
Riley grunted into the makeshift gag as she tried once again to free her hands tied behind her. Sitting on the floor in the living room, arms tied behind her and ankles tied in front of her, she had been struggling to free herself for over an hour now. When that didn't work she went about asking, then sternly demanding, and then threatening, and then begging...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Seven of "Slave Girl Emily." At the end of Chapter Six, we left Emily apparently contented with her Master, Frederick, even though she has just seen him flogging and fucking Pipit, another slave, at a play party. Meanwhile, Pipit's Master, a distinguished-looking middle-aged man named Christopher, seems to have taken a liking to...